Inpatient Care - Sex Stories

Inpatient Care

... His cock throbbed in agreement. He finished showering without even taking time to jack off, and slipped into bed naked, pulling just the sheet just up just past his waist. Fatigue quickly won the eyelid battle and he dozed off. The last thing he remembered was laying there aroused, rubbing his cock like a comfort toy. Some unknown time later, he detected a brief bolt of light pierce the darkness of his room. It only lasted a few seconds. Then it went dark again, leaving just the flickering light from the muted TV to light the room. His nostrils flared as he detected a whiff of perfume. With each breath he took, the scent grew stronger. His eyes flickered a time or two, squinting, but refused to open fully. Through the blur of unfocused eyes, he was able to make out a woman's shape standing near his bed. He didn't know if he was dreaming or not. Slowly, he reached out, touching the shape on the the side of her hip. "Hello?" he whispered. "Ssshhhhhhhhhh." the soothing, purring voice answered. "Don't wake up Howard. Sleep." Her hand slid across his stubble, thumb dragging lightly across his lips. As her fingers combed through his hair, she leaned over him, pressing her tits into his chest. Her lips barely grazed his. A deep moan escaped his lips. "I'm just making my rounds Howard. Is there anything you want or need?" she asked softly as she nuzzled his ear. With eyes still closed, Howdy moaned, "More of that." "With pleasure." she softly replied, "like this Howard?" Her nails ...

... lightly raked his scalp, stirring his senses. "Ahhh, that feels so good." Slowly, her touches traced across his strong jawline, down his neck, and to the lines of his strong chest. His body began to awaken. Monica smiled to herself as she awakened the giant under the sheets. Her hands softly groped at his muscular chest, gently massaging and dragging her nails across each one. Then her caresses moved down the middle of his well defined abs, stopping briefly at the top his pubes before letting them massage the flesh under his pubic hair. Even in the dimly lite room, she was pleased to see his reaction. His large hard cock stood like a leaning timber and had lifted the sheet away from his stomach. Without touching his manhood, she slide her fingers under the sheet, into his pubic hair, taking a small fistful of his hair, tugging them. Monica repeated this several times, watching his body writhe. With his body under her spell, she slipped her hand down the top of his thigh, pulling the sheet half way down his shaft. He spread his legs wider, silently begging for more. Her caress dipped between his legs, brushing against the hair on his balls, making him grunt and his body jerk suddenly. He sighed a deep low moan as her nails teasingly moved up and down his inner thigh. The sheet was now at mid thigh, his exposed cock bobbing with each pulse. "So this what the girls were fussing about." she muttered, admiring his rock hard length and thickness. Monica bent over, just inches from ...